by L. D. Davis
He released my breast and began to kiss his way down my body. He nibbled at my hipbone before kissing a line across my panty line to my other hipbone where he also took a nibble. He looked up at me with questioning eyes as he hooked a finger into my panties. I bit my lip and nodded eagerly.
Yes, please! God, yes!
Emmet began to pull my panties down. Even as I lifted my hips off of the bed so that he could get them down, I knew that I was about to pass the point of no return. I not only wanted to go past that point, but I wanted to forget where it was on the map. I wanted to go forward and never look back. I wanted Emmet to explore my body inside and out and I wanted to roam every inch of his well-maintained body. I wanted him to do things to me that my virginal mind couldn’t even dream of and I wanted to feel him moving inside of me until we both collapsed in exhaustion.
“Fair is fair, Emmet,” I said silkily as he tossed my panties to the floor.
“Fair is fair,” he agreed, but with reluctance.
“What?” I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows.
Emmet sat up on his knees and ran a hand through his hair.
“Are you ready for this, Donya?” he asked, looking very unsure.
“Yes,” I said without any explanation. I didn’t need any explanation. My nipples were hard, my sex was slick and I was ready to wrap my legs around his neck to make him do what he was about to start. Screw Sensible Donya and Imposter Donya. Donya, Sex Goddess and Lover entered the building.
“We can stop right here,” Emmet said and then seemed to battle within himself as he looked down at my naked body. He cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come this far.”
He started to move away from me, looking miserable, as if he had just done something terrible.
“Emmet!” I said his name in demand.
He looked at me as if he was afraid of what I would say to him. He looked fearful of both my invitation and my rebuke.
“I am ready,” I told him. “I want this – with you.”
“If you’re not really ready and we do this, you’ll hate me,” he said.
“I’ll never hate you,” I promised. “I want you, Emmet.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “Do you promise to tell me to stop if you change your mind?”
“I promise, but I won’t change my mind.”
“I might do something that makes you uncomfortable,” he said softly and caressed the inside of my thigh with his fingers.
“I might feel uncomfortable at first,” I admitted. “But I’ll get over it.”
“Did you feel uncomfortable when I sucked you here?” he asked heatedly as his fingers trailed over a nipple.
I groaned. “Only for about three seconds.”
“Did you feel uncomfortable when I kissed your body?” His fingers moved over my abdomen and across my pelvic bone.
“Not much,” I breathed.
His fingers moved slowly to my inner thigh, only inches from where I was slickly waiting for him.
“If I pushed my fingers inside of you…” he said, and slid two fingers inside of me. I drew in a breath and bit my lip as I looked up at him. “Would you feel uncomfortable?”
I shook my head as he slowly eased his digits in and out of me. Emmet groaned when he looked down and watched his fingers getting wet from my excitement.
“If I pulled those fingers out and slipped them into my mouth…” He pulled the fingers out of me and I gasped as he pushed them into his mouth and closed his eyes with delight. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asked in a whisper.
“No,” I groaned.
“So,” he said as he lay down between my open legs. He nipped at my inner thigh and then nipped at the other. “If I tell you I want to taste you until you come, you’re okay with that?”
I gasped as his tongue darted out and quickly tasted me. The way he was talking to me was driving me crazy.
Emmet smiled lazily at me as he slowly opened my legs further.
“I just want you to know that I’ve never done this before,” he said with a serious undertone. “So, if you don’t like it, tell me what will make it better. Okay?”
I nodded and waited with anticipation.
Emmet pushed his tongue into my virginal opening and we both groaned at the same time. He looked up at me with glazed eyes as he moved his tongue in and out of me.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured against my sex before licking through my folds to my swollen nub. The second his tongue made contact I shrieked and lifted my hips off of the bed.
Emmet licked at my clit as if it was a tiny piece of candy in his favorite flavor. He moaned against my sex as I pulled on his hair and grinded myself against his face and called out his name. The pressure was so bad; I pushed at the back of his head, trying to find relief.
“Emmet, oh god,” I cried out as his tongue moved faster over my clit.
When he pulled the swollen button between his lips and sucked hard on it, the pressure gave way and I exploded. I held onto his head with both hands as I screamed his name and cursed. I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but Emmet held me open and licked and sucked me until I was climaxing once again. When he finally pulled away from my sex, I fell limply onto the bed.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” he groaned, rubbing his erection on my leg.
“So, kiss me,” I panted. “Kiss me.”
“Really?” he asked, looking unsure.
I considered this as one of the things that I couldn’t have dreamed up on my own.
“Kiss me,” I repeated, wagging a finger at him.
He moved up my body and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as I smelled and tasted myself on his lips and tongue. While we kissed, I tugged on his boxers, pulling them down over his hard ass, springing his erection free. I felt it, warm, silky, and hard against me. I squirmed in an effort to feel it against my clit. Emmet repositioned his body over mine so that his erection was right where I needed it at the moment. I gasped into his mouth and moaned as he moved against me. Within moments, I was climaxing again, but my cries of ecstasy were trapped in Emmet’s mouth. He finally pulled away from my mouth and smiled with satisfaction.
“I’m going to get a condom,” he said and moved off of me.
I watched as he rooted through his suitcase.
“Did you know we were going to do this?” I asked curiously.
“No, but I thought I’d be prepared anyway.”
“You weren’t preparing for other girls, were you?” I asked and instantly regretted it.
Emmet gave me a hard look. “I promise you, baby. You were the only one on my mind when I put these in my suitcase.”
“These?” I asked coyly as he climbed back onto the bed with a foil packet in his hand. “As in more than one?”
“Yes,” he grinned as he opened it.
“So, you think you’ll get lucky more than once?”
“A guy can hope,” he shrugged.
I sat up on my elbows again. “Before you put the condom on….can I…touch you?”
Emmet froze for a moment and then smiled. He nodded and lay down beside me. I rolled onto my side and smiled shyly at him as my hand moved slowly over his tight abs. My fingertips glided along the line of hair that started at his navel and ended in a neat patch of hair. I looked at the large erection and very carefully put my hand on the shaft. Emmet hissed and I snatched my hand back in surprise.
“No, it’s okay,” he said quickly. “It didn’t hurt. Touch me.”
Reluctantly, I reached for him once again and this time I didn’t pull back when he hissed.
I wasn’t completely naïve about sex. I knew how it was done. I knew that guys jerked off, but it wasn’t something that I had ever seen done. I had never even caught a glimpse of a porno. So, when I started to slowly, yet awkwardly stroke him, it was with complete inexperience. I was so nervous that I wasn’t doing it right until Emmet groaned softly and gently thrust his hips so that his cock sl
id through my hand.
“Donya,” he moaned my name as he thrust again. “Stroke the whole thing, baby,” he directed and then threw his head back. “Yes, just like that. Stroke a little harder. Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Good. Just like that.”
I watched with fascination as little droplets of moisture began to seep out of the slit of the bulbous head. Curiously, I ran my thumb over it and Emmet cursed. I rubbed the moisture over the head and then stroked him a few more times until there were more drops. I used the palm of my hand to gather it and then used it to lubricate my strokes.
“I need you,” he said roughly and sat up quickly. He reached for the foil packet on the bed next to us and tore it open. It wasn’t until the condom was securely on Emmet did I get nervous.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked, trying to remember what other girls had said about their first time. Emmy had said the pain was barely noticeable, but Mayson had said it burned like a bitch.
“I don’t know,” Emmet said honestly as he positioned his body over mine. He held himself up on his forearms as he looked down at me, waiting for me to either invite him or deny him. “But I’m pretty sure if it hurts it will only hurt for a moment.”
“You’re so…big,” I said nervously biting my lip.
“Donya, we can stop. Right now. It’s okay,” he said assuredly.
“I’m just nervous,” I admitted.
“Me, too,” he said with a small smile.
I touched his face and looked into his eyes.
“Okay,” I said, letting out a breath. “Let’s do it.”
Emmet positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
I nodded though my heart was pounding in my chest.
“I love you,” he said and dropped his head to kiss me.
As Emmet’s mouth devoured mine, he very slowly pushed himself inside of me until he hit resistance. My eyes flew open. Emmet pulled out, and then slammed into me. I pulled my lips from his as I cried out in agony as my hymen tore. Emmet held very still inside of me, stroked my hair, and apologized repeatedly in a barely audible whisper in my ear.
After a few moments, the pain began to fade and I started to really feel Emmet inside of me. My nipples hardened painfully and my clit swelled. I felt so full of him, and so very connected with him. I became hyperaware of the tether between us, softly vibrating, humming with anticipation.
“Emmet,” I whispered his name. “Make love to me.”
He looked into my eyes and began to move slowly inside of me. Drawing out slowly and then slowly pushing back inside. He took my hands and put them above my head. He linked his fingers with mine and pushed deeply inside of me.
“Tell me how you want it, baby,” he said. “Faster? Slower? Harder? Softer?”
“Harder,” I whispered.
Emmet pulled out and slammed back inside of me. He grunted and his eyes rolled back in his head. He repeated the move, squeezing my hands as he rammed into me. My nipples rubbed against his chest. I needed to feel his fingers or mouth or something on them.
“Touch my nipples, please,” I nearly begged and then licked my lips as Emmet ducked his head and pulled a hard nipple into his mouth. “Oh, god! Bite it!”
If my hands were free, I probably would have covered my mouth in disbelief. Not only had I asked him to touch my nipples, but I demanded that he bite the one he had in his mouth. Donya the Sex Goddess and Lover was shocking!
Emmet complied and sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I groaned deeply and arched my back, giving him better access to my breasts. Moaning loudly, Emmet released that nipple and sucked in the other one as his thrusts became faster and harder. Without having to be told, he bit down on this nipple, too. I cried out and pushed against his hands, but he held me down.
“Emmet,” I groaned, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. “Emmet, please…”
“Please what?” he asked as his teeth grazed my jawline. “What do you want, Donya?”
“Harder, please,” I whined. He pounded into me so hard, I was sure I was being bruised, but I didn’t care. It felt so damn good. Donya SGL was screaming with delight and it still wasn’t enough. “Deeper!” I pleaded.
“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already am,” Emmet said, panting.
“Please, please, please,” I said, whipping my head back and forth.
Emmet released my hands and got up on his knees. He slipped his arms under my knees and I immediately felt the change. When he repositioned himself back over me with my legs over his shoulders, I screamed at the exquisite, painfully, delicious sensation of his cock buried dangerously inside of me. I knew this couldn’t be right. I knew that he should not feel as if he was in my womb, but I wanted it.
“Do you want me to stop?” Emmet asked, alarmed.
“No,” I said quickly. “Please keep going.”
Emmet seemed reluctant at first, but when I pushed my hips up and took him in deeper, he growled ferociously and slammed into me. I screamed as he pistoned in and out of me, begging him not to stop. My orgasm came out of nowhere, blindsiding me and figuratively knocking me on my ass. My body stiffened and then jerked and shook uncontrollably as I sobbed. Emmet dropped my legs and wrapped his arms around me as his own orgasm hit. He growled and groaned as he pumped his spurting dick inside of me. I clung to him, my legs wrapped around him, my arms pulled him as close to me as we could possibly get, and I cried as the powerful orgasm continued to wash over me.
When the last of the intense tendrils of pleasure left me, I lay under Emmet a limp and teary mess.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me with concern. He wiped at my tears with his fingers.
I nodded and smiled happily at him.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.
It was by far the most powerful experience of my life and even though I was able to think it, I didn’t think the words could properly verbalize it. So, instead of answering him with my words, I smiled happily and pulled his face to mine for a long, appreciative kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
We sat on the bed, watching television and eating chocolate cake and ice-cream that we ordered from room service. I was dressed in another one of Emmet’s shirts with nothing else underneath and he had on a pair of boxers. I was comfortable sitting beside him. The whole scene felt perfect and right. I kept glancing at him as I imagined us sitting in a similar fashion years down the road in marital bliss.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” he asked with a smile without taking his eyes off of the television. “If you want me again, all you have to do is ask, or demand, or just take.”
“I will always want you,” I said. “But that isn’t why I’m looking at you. I’m just trying to imagine us ten years from now. Will it be like this you think?”
“Maybe with a kid sitting in bed with us?” Emmet said, looking at me with gleaming green eyes.
“Maybe two kids?” I smiled.
“I’ll have a promising position in a law firm.”
“I’ll be a retired super model working as a fashion consultant on some cable network.”
“Where will we live?” Emmet asked as he gave me a spoonful of his ice-cream. I already had my own, but it was sweet and romantic and made my smile widen.
“We will have to live in New York or L.A., depending on where I will be working, but I guess it also depends on where you will be working, too.”
“I’ll go wherever you go, baby,” he said and kissed me.
“Mmm,” I said and licked my lips. “You taste delicious.”
“Not as good as you,” he said and judging by the way he was looking at me, I knew he wasn’t talking about my ice-cream and cake flavored lips.
Emmet put his dishes down on the table on his side of the bed. Then he took my dishes away from me and put them aside, too. He held the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and maneuvered myself onto his lap and straddled
him. His hands moved over my back and then under the shirt. I felt him growing hard beneath me and couldn’t help but to rock myself against him.
“Do you think we’ll be this hot for each other ten years from now?” I panted as Emmet kissed my neck.
“I’ll always be hot for you,” he said against my skin. “You’ll always set my blood on fire. I’ll always be hard for you.”
We groaned together as I reached down between us and pulled his erection out of the top of his boxers. I wanted to feel it against me, bare and unsheathed. I rocked my hips forward and slid along the length of it, shuddering and moaning.
“Donya,” Emmet growled my name and then crushed my mouth with his.
I wrapped my arms around Emmet again and rubbed my bare pussy on his bare cock. I was slick and ready for him, but before I let him get another condom, I wanted to come like this.
Emmet put his hands on my hips, moving me harder and faster against him. I was getting so hot. I was going to combust soon. I moved wildly against him seeking my release. Moaning in his mouth, Emmet pulled hard on my hips at the same time I had lifted myself to adjust my position for more pleasure. When I came back down, Emmet’s hard length sunk into me. It was an accident on both of our sides, but my orgasm was instant and mind numbing. We looked at each other with surprised eyes as my walls gripped and squeezed his cock.
“You feel so good,” Emmet whispered and thrust gently inside of me. I gasped and moaned. “Tell me you’ll always be mine.”
He thrust into me again and squeezed my nipple through the shirt. I couldn’t answer him because I was falling apart again, coming hard on the heels of my last orgasm.
“Tell me,” Emmet said, gazing into my eyes as he continued to roll the nipple between his fingers.
“I’ll always be yours,” I panted.
He gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it over my head. He held me close and moved slowly inside of me as he gently kissed my neck, my shoulders, and chest.
“I’ll always be yours, too,” he said, and then he was done being gentle.
Emmet grabbed my hips and began to piston hard inside of me. I bounced up and down on his hard dick as it stretched me and filled me and pressed too deeply inside of me.
